Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G 
        C    F     Am    G 

Verse: 
| C    F       | G          F         C         F            G         F 
This town ain't big, this town ain't small, It's a little of both they say. 
 Am    F             Am    F           Am            F     G 
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A. 
 C       F          G     F     C        F           G      F 
We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall. 
 Am       F        Am      F            Am      F                    G 
We do the wave all by ourself, Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that call 


[Refrão]
G           C                F                         C           F   C 
We like our beer flat as can be, We like our dogs with mustard and relish. 
G                      C                     F                   C    F  C 
We got a great pitcher what's his name, Well we can't even spell it. 
G                        C                F                                Am 
We don't worry about the pennant much, We just like to see the boys hit it deep. 
Am              F               G          
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats. 

Intro:  C    F     Am    F  G 
        C    F     Am    G 

Verse: 
C   F        G             F        C      F         G      F 
The game was close, we'll call it a win, Go off to toast the boys again. 
Am   F        Am     F                    Am    F             G 
That local band is back in town, They got a kinda minor league sound. 
       C         F            G      F     C            F             G     F 
They're not that bad, they're not that good, But all in all it's understood. 
Am        F        Am      F       Am       F            G 
We wanna dance, they wanna play, We wouldn't have it any other way. 

Chorus: 
Lead:  C      F      Bb    Am     Cheap Seats 
       C      F      Bb    G     G 

Verse: 
 C              F            G          F         C       F         G     F    
Now the majors called up oh what's his name, And one more buildin' rises tall. 
  Am      F        Am       F       Am        F         G 
And suddenly we're all grown up, And this old town not quite so small. 
   C            F        G           F       C        F         G         F 
But I'll always miss the middle size town, In the middle of the middle-west. 
  Am         F            Am     F         Am           F       G 
With no name pitchers and local bands, And mustard and relish and all the rest. 

Chorus: 
Intro: 
Cheap seats